CHAPTER 69: WANT

FREYA'S POV:

Just when I'm absolutely certain she's asleep, I slide out of the heavy duvet covers, tiptoeing to the balcony door and step out.

The cold icy wind hits me right in the face, and I'm grateful that I have Silas' jacket draped over me.

Is it stealing if someone gives you their jacket and they never ask for it back, nor do you remind them about it?

Nah.

I slowly shut the door behind me, moving over to the edge and staring down.

"How did he do this again?" I ask ...